Pages 282-288 of the book Going Deeper by Jean Claude Coven, posted here by me as an attachment some time ago.
I post them here, for their relevance, to the Interaction in moments of Contact, as well as in our present daily life.
It's mainly about our own involvement in how the world "out there" presents itself to us. I'm genuinely impressed,
by the clarity of the conversations in this book and happily laughing, for the humor entwined in them.
“They are me,” Larry said. He was stunned by the simplicity of these three one-syllable words juxtaposed against the immensity they implied. “Bravo, my friend,” Zeus said. “You’ve been allowed a peek behind the scenes of the Great Mystery. You’ve seen first hand how the smoke and mirrors are placed to create the illusions of experience. In the process, you’ve perceived that in the Oneness of the All That Is, everything in your personal universe is a reflected aspect of yourself—Rocky, Patchuliti, me, even the tires of your car.” “Interesting thought,” Larry mused. “If anything happens to me, you all disappear—poof!” “‘Cept for one small thing, ol’ buddy,” Zeus responded. “You’re also only a player on my stage. If my electricity gets shut down, the curtain descends on you just as fast. So we’d better take good care of each other. ‘Cause if I don’t make it, you’re in big trouble.
And if you don’t make it, I can kiss my uncropped tail goodbye. “Unfortunately, human types have yet to get the message. You guys have a knack of making a mountainous mess out of the tiniest molehill. Take a look at your own life: every difficulty was ultimately blamed on some external circumstance. Your parents weren’t perfect, Marianne didn’t give you what you needed, work is too restrictive, world leaders are too self-serving, and the weather isn’t exactly as ordered. Now you know the common denominator is you. Despite the challenges of all your experiences, the only real relationship you will ever have is with yourself.”
“Third-density Consciousness is enshrouded in a conundrum within an enigma within a paradox. The illusion masterfully keeps you from knowing who you really are. Virtually every personal relationship within the lower, egoic realm is driven by projections. How can anyone exercise Free Will when each decision is born of belief or preference? Once you grasp this, you begin to appreciate the source of human suffering, why even the great among you are so easily driven to their knees. Cultivate compassion, be more gentle on yourself and others. Remember, all beings with whom you interact are the center of their own personal universes, projecting their needs and distortions onto you even as you project yours onto them.
Is there a movie, play, or piece of fiction that doesn’t try to choreograph this curious dance? “So, now that you have uncovered one of the secrets of the Great Magician, are you more or less impressed with the show?” “Wow! You’ve got to be kidding,” Larry responded. “This is the most amazing show in the world, and I get to star in it as well as write it, produce it, direct it, and sit in the audience. I am the play within the play within the play . . . an infinite series of Chinese boxes each holding a surprise. God is all things and I . . . I am God.”
“So, then, who is Rocky?” Zeus asked. Larry laughed and laughed and laughed. “The rest, as the Talmudists are fond of saying, is merely commentary,” Zeus said. “But as long as you’re on a roll, and now that you have the Creation’s Rosetta Stone in hand, tell me what you know about illusion.” “It doesn’t really exist,” Larry answered. “Then what makes it appear to exist?” Zeus asked. “The charisma of time,” Larry said.
“If I didn’t know better,” Zeus mused, obviously caught up in Larry’s merriment, “I’d swear you’ve been peeking at my I-S-M manual.” “Not me,” Larry protested in mock indignation. “Not only have I never seen it, I didn’t know it existed until we got here and you started talking. Besides, I think I’m getting the drift of these lessons.” After a short pause, he added, “What does the great manual say about all this anyway? I’ll let the two of you know if I concur.” “Indeed, my exalted master,” Zeus replied. “Your merest wish is my command. I shall be only too pleased to provide the quote. The gods, I am certain, eagerly await your pronouncement in judgment of their work. Praise from one so venerable as you would be prized beyond measure.”
“As I recall, what you seek lies in one of the earlier portions. Ah yes, I can see it clearly now, projected onto the screen of my mind:
Time is the canvas on which Creation paints the illusions of reality.
“Huh?” “Too deep for you? Shall I ask them for the annotated version with little cartoon animal drawings?” Zeus quipped. “Never mind,” Larry responded, his previous bravado slipping quietly away, “I’ll work it out for myself, thank you.” “And so you shall,” the Voice said, enjoying the rollercoaster ride Zeus had just provided for their student. “Allow us to restate the manual’s wisdom, which, we may add, perfectly echoes your earlier insights. Now you know that nothing exists that isn’t you and you are that essence of which nothing is made, which simply means that everything isn’t . . . though of course it could be.
“When we suggested that it’s time for you to take the baton from our outstretched hand, we hardly were referring to the little you. The bigger You must come to the party now. If we may quote that delightful little raccoon once again: ‘It doesn’t matter where you’ve run, you have to come back from afar. Who cares what you have done? What counts is what you are.’ “So, what are you, Larry?” “I’m not certain how to answer that question. What I am exceeds any words I could possibly use.” The Voice did not respond, and Larry’s last words rippled out well past the horizon of thought and beyond.
It was the Voice who broke the silence. “May we offer a word of advice? It’s one thing to operate within your illusion while you are fast asleep.
It can be quite another now that you have begun to awaken.” “My God,” Larry gasped, “I hadn’t thought about that. Talk about being a stranger in a strange land! Any suggestions before you pat me on the behind and return me to the slumbering masses?” “What a lovely image!” Zeus chimed. “I can see you now, staggering between rows of beds, a ringing alarm clock in one hand and shaking somnolent bodies with the other; Paul Revere with amnesia—a true picture for the ages! Mind if we suggest a better way?” “Suggest away,” Larry replied, by now used to Zeus’s offbeat sense of humor.
“Off hand, I’d say the job ahead of me is far more than I can handle—at least that’s the way it looks from here. I’m going to need all the help I can get.” “Very well, then,” the Voice offered. “We offer three simple but powerful tools for dealing with your fellow human beings. The first is: in all interactions that threaten conflict, simply ask yourself, ‘What do we have here?’ These few words will help contextualize the situation, separating you
from the energetic emotional snares that previously would have triggered your personalities. “The second suggestion is: whenever you feel the beginnings of an emotional reaction, silently say to yourself, ‘I need to just remember who I really am and why I chose to be here.’ The word ‘here’ refers to both the situation and the incarnation. “The third tool is founded upon the realization that nothing in Creation is random.
When you find yourself in a challenging circumstance, consider that great effort was expended to bring it about. Each person involved spent his or her entire lifetime gathering unique experiences to bring to the table. Consider each to be your personal teacher and ask, ‘What lesson is contained here for me?’” “Thank you,” Larry said. “I’ll treasure your advice, and I promise to use it. Of course, it’s easy to be detached and aware in your presence. The test will come after I leave here and some joker presses one of my buttons.” “Indeed,” the Voice responded.
“We will watch with interest how you choose to react. “Larry, given your new insights into the current state of affairs on your planet and the road ahead, what would you say needs to be changed to help humans transition into the next density?” “Nothing but me,” Larry replied. “Do you understand what you just said?” the Voice asked. “Yes, I think this time I really do.” “Easy to say. Let’s see whether you have seen deeply enough to unlock the files,” the Voice said. “What do you mean?” Larry asked. “Remember earlier, when you learned that the information surrounding John Lennon’s death was hidden in the Akashic records?”
“Yes.” “Do you now understand why it was hidden?” “I think so,” Larry said. “Until I could totally suspend judgment and know that everything is perfect exactly at it is, I would find myself emotionally embroiled, fueled by righteous indignation, trying to fix and save a world that doesn’t need fixing and saving. Like a boy scout forcing an elderly lady to cross a street she doesn’t want to cross.” “Bingo! Precisely correct, Larry. Now that you appreciate why these files were locked, can you tell me who hid them?” “Wow! . . . I did!” “Clever man. You hid them to save yourself from being permanently distracted—as so many of your fellow humans already are—by the swirls and eddies at the edges of the stream.
You knew you had to stay centered. As you have come to understand, there is precious little time left. If you choose to take up a particular cause, it must be picked carefully, as if it were your last battle. “So let’s test how deeply rooted your newly discovered insight really is. What do you know about the death of the famous Beatle?” “Only what was written in the newspapers and what you told me before. As I recall, you said he was killed on December 8, 1980 by a guy named Mark David Chapman. He was shot just outside his Central Park apartment building in New York City.
I have heard that certain people believe the incoming White House team serving Ronald Reagan sanctioned the hit.” “Interesting,” the Voice responded. “It is time to see if you can answer your previous question. You’ve already mastered the process well. Focus your attention through your breath and access the Akashic records. See if the hidden files are now open to you.”
Larry stilled his mind and once again reached out to the great Akasha. This time he found no secreted areas of information. It didn’t take him long to locate what he was looking for. He returned within a few minutes, a smile of satisfaction illuminating his face. “You’re right, of course,” he said.
“No matter what it looks like to the outside world, no matter who is doing whatever to whom, it is absolutely perfect exactly as it is.” “And what did you find?” the Voice asked. “Isn’t it curious that the killer’s names all begin with roman numerals?” was Larry’s oblique reply.